"And what? Gift it to me?"
Ambryan looked at her funny. "It's for me, of course."
Eve gaped at his shameless admission. She pulled her hand back and smacked his arm. "You should be satisfied. You have a photobook, pictures in your phone and a giant portrait of me in your office. Can't you get rid of it?"
"I have grown to like it." He shrugged, picking up his knife and fork.
"How?"
"It's a great conversation starter."
"..."
Her deadpan expression amused him. He hid his smile with the back of his hand. "I am serious though because I get to talk about you. Their reactions give me hints if the negotiation will go well or not. It's a lot more beneficial than you think."
"Oh, no…" Eve groaned. She buried her face in her hands. "I can't even begin to imagine what you have been telling people. What happened to being private about your life? Have you thrown that away?"
